week's theme: New Year's Resolutions
- Cartwheel-Challenged Poets
- Games People Play (Can include sports poems)
- The Working Stiff
again I'm disregarding this week's theme (seems you guys either
haven't been making resolutions, or are sandbagging those poems).
have, however, received some submissions from poets in distant
places, hope you enjoy. Thanks to all who sent in your poetry.
From Martin Holroyd for Poetry Monthly, Nottingham, England:
easel could be anywhere,
airy villa on the Agean,
croft on the grey slopes of Arran.
shapes and shade -
horizon is always the same.
Manoj Oswal, of India, requested to be added to the MAP mailing list
after learning of it at The Mining Company. (See Cool Web Sites
would run a mile
give a cute smile
would hit me, beat me
times she gives those odd looks
the characters in my old books
times she acts very wise
even asks me about my shirt's price
love and beauty she is a blend
great companion and a wonderful friend
thoughts are of silver, fantasies of gold
eyes are a reflection of many stories untold
breaking is her cry and
is her laughter
else can she be other than
two year old daughter
Manoj Oswal <manoj_at_business-india.com>
Victoria Mosley from the U.K. is already registered to attend AIPF.
Good going, Victoria!
sleet spits of snow
washed to subdued tones,
pace the empty gate
hay, nostrils puffing smoke
flamed membranes shrunk
fur balls blank, against the cold.
house rejects the boots of buyers
to fill our place
the New Year opens it's arms
with invisible fingers
walk the damp path to leat's edge
with rain from higher ground,
the familiar gaze of velvet moor
in the thick mist that enters,
remember the pomander of last December.
in my niche
like a lithe bird
the long hurt,
avoiding the mistletoe .
1998 Victoria Mosley
Jean Lewin lives in Virginia, not sooo distant. Of this poem she
wrote this one for a 12-year old member of Poets Anonymous, Danielle
Nottingham, who is now 17, married and expecting a baby!!!"
women drive trucks these days.
I was a kid, my mom never did.
new girls have changed their ways.
girls ride on motorcycles.
I was in school, that would've been cool
we hid behind menstrual cycles.
what we were taught, that we never ought
try to enjoy anything labelled "BOY."
had to wear pink and hold back what we think
there's so much we couldn't enjoy.
girls wear the pants today.
I was a child, folks would've gone wild
boys would've stayed away.
had to stay quiet and I won't deny it -
had lots of things to say.
why can't I run out like boys and have fun
play in the dirt and wear a torn shirt
holler out loud or act bold and proud?
a girl, I just wasn't allowed.
now years have passed, and I only ask
thing from you, sweet Danielle.
freedom was earned, don't let things return
what I've just had to tell.